SUMMARY
Brand / Manufacturer - unknown, possibly Casio
Working condition - unknown
Body condition - little rusty
Age - around 2 decades
Manufactured in Hong Kong

Nostalgic / Old School / Retro

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A vintage databank, no bigger than a few credit cards, yet it feels heavy with the weight of forgotten moments.

Its brand, its maker, now lost to time, just like the data it once promised to protect.
This isn't just any old gadget, it's a trip down memory lane.

The rust that plaques at its edges isn't just cosmetic, it's a testament to neglect, to the slow, inevitable decay that claims everything.
That small display, now sits blank, lifeless and a reminder of all the connections never made, the ideas never realized, the plans that simply dissolved into nothingness... but that only adds to its story.

Before smartphones, before the internet was in everyones hand, these little wonders were the cutting edge.
Wanna know what else was "cutting"?
Presented at a time, when self infliction was cool amongst teens, now if you show this to a person with scars, they'll smile and look back at their vile deeds, realizing that their actions were futile.

It’s not just a device that's broken, it's a broken promise.
It’s a reminder that even our attempts to hold onto information are ultimately fruitless, destined to crumble and fade, just like this little, forgotten machine.
What do you think became of the information stored inside?

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Lowballing is inevitable and hence welcomed, but it takes exceptional skill to do it well.
If you dont succeed, you will be sent back with a sore throat